Sunday was a bit of a let down since Saturday had been so awesome, but the good news was that I finally had the time to finish planting my trees. One minute I’m totally focused on pick-axing the dirt so I can shovel it into the truck, the next I’m puzzled as I reach the end of the flower bed. One after the other I plopped the trees into their spots, adding some chicken manure and shoveling dirt back in around them.
By the time I got the remaining ten in place it was obvious I’d planted closer than originally planned, and I needed four more trees. Although the truck wasn’t driveable because of the expired tabs we do have Isaac’s ’71 Datsun 510 wagon, a car that someday he’ll probably claim is too nice for putting dirt into. Yeah, right. You mean the car that leaks gas, didn’t have a muffler, and had a radio that changed stations every time you went over a bump? Even in it’s current state he meticulously cleaned out all the dirt and grumbled about it the whole time.
Needless to say we bought four more trees and I rushed to plant them, completing the conga line with plenty of light left to admire my handiwork. There’s nothing like physical labor to make you feel good about yourself.
I almost forgot to mention this, but planting these trees was actually kind of spooky. First there was the plastic bag I dug up on Monday, about 6ft into the 12ft long trench that I dug. Initially it was no biggie since there were lots of small pieces of junk in the dirt, but then it got creepy when I realized it was an entire garbage bag with a blanket inside it. Suddenly my mind was racing with all the horrible possibilities. What if it’s a dead dog? That would be gross. It stinks. What if it’s a dead baby? I already called the cops once today, if I call them again they’ll think I’m suspicious! [mental pause] I think I watch too much Criminal Minds.
By then I was too creeped out to proceed so I made Isaac come outside and extract it with gloved hands. He thought it was a dead dog based on how the remains felt through the blanket (no way we were opening it), plus there was a dog bowl and yard chain in the bag. If it was a baby then whoever buried it must have been one sick bastard. Maybe it was like the episode of X-Files where the super inbred family had a massively deformed stillborn baby and they bury it in the backyard.
The second weird thing was the dead opossum in the back of the truck. Or, I should say, half of an opossum. Out of nowhere, possibly literally fallen from the sky, was the back half of a baby opossum sitting in the dirt. We have no idea where it came from or how it got there, but it was pretty strange. Do raccoons eat opossums? Isaac thought a fox might be the culprit, but foxes don’t normally live in urban areas and we’ve never seen one. I think a giant crow dropped it in there.